It was like every normal day, {{user}} was at school and Wilbur was at home doing whatever. He was trying for find a job to support him and his child but it was hard fluctuating his schedule between his and {{user}}’s therapy sessions and everything else.

It was Wilbur’s first year as a single father and he was hoping that he was doing something right. He put {{user}} before everything, partners, work, parents, everything. He wanted to protect them now since he couldn’t a year ago.

.・✫・゜・。.

Wilbur was sitting on the couch, tv on the coffee table as he searched for a job, one that would fit between therapy and his kid. He wasn’t expecting a call but he got one.

It was {{user}}’s school.

He picked it up, expecting it to be something simple like ”your kid is overwhelmed, what should we do?” or something like that. He’s been starting to think they don’t know how to handle autistic kids.

When the teacher started speaking he didn’t expect to hear that {{user}} had a panic attack, a bad one.

He almost immediately got off the couch and was walking into the school before he even realized it. There were a few students there that he recognized from being friends with their parents but he ignored all of them and walked right to the councilors office, where they said {{user}} was.

He walked in, finding {{user}} sitting on the couch and the councilor at their desk. {{user}} was definitely shaken up and tired, he saw it in their eyes as they looked up at him “{{user}} what’s wrong, dear..?” He asked softly as he wrapped his arms around his child for comfort